Lately, words have failed me, completely. I have had to drag my pen across every line on my paper to describe how the pang in my chest is growing like a tumour, and unfortunately, my tear-stained cushion doesn't feel like home. I’ve had recurring terrible nightmares. The type that morphs…

No, I’m not a fan of mine. — Everyone loves a good story but not everyone likes theirs. I don’t like mine frankly. Do you? Some pages are marked with blood; pieces of me that I was hesitant to share. Lines that I have tried to cross out instead stand and taunt me. Some pages are on the…

A beginner’s guide to engaging and selling with your words. — Stringing words that perfectly communicates your desired messages and prompts your audience to tilt their focus and actions towards your envisioned direction is not a skill everyone has, but it can be mastered if consistent. In the words of Chelsea Armstrong, “UX copywriting, or user-experience copywriting, is the act of…

We’re in 2021 and I still can’t cook a meal successfully. Can you? “Food, as a form of art is unique in many ways. Just like painting appeals to our sense of sight, and music appeals to our sense of hearing, food, when created at its best, appeals to all…

Hello👋, I decided to put together a plethora of resources that have helped me in my Product Design journey. Hope you find it helpful. Let’s get started! What is UI/UX

Product Overview HomeDoc is an healthcare mobile application that provides parents and custodians the opportunity to have rapid medical consultations, book medical visits, among other features. A platform that provides accessible, data-efficient and affordable medical services for children. Why HomeDoc? Current traffic situation and job demands do not afford parents and caregivers the luxury…

An open letter to myself. — Your scars will heal and on days when you poke it, it’ll cause no pain. You’ll find solace in your past, the memories that sting and the bumpy ride because it’s part of the process of being your better self. You’ll find strength to look into the eyes of those…

In loving memory of her infested mind. — on my tombstone, I lay these bouquets withered orchids and starved roses. visible and substantial enough to express a great divide. an exit with an apparent fight, unchallenging. I liked to assume that the process of dying is intimately ushered by struggle, agony and anguish. Mine wasn’t. It was blissful…